| Greetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2017: Comment Kink Edition!
Our members have made requests for stocking stuffers that would help make their holidays happy -- and kinky, of course! Now you all -- both members and watchers -- have the opportunity to play Santa and fulfill those requests. In the form of comment kink!
How to Stuff Our Stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art).
• There is no maximum limit, but remember that long pieces are in no way required. Please don't hesitate to participate because you can "only" write a few words or do a simple sketch!
• Since fills may be short, we're not going to be strictly policing the rating of each piece. Just remember this is Daily Deviant and we want to see some sex!
• Each request may be filled twice -- once by a member and once by a watcher.
• When filling a request, leave it in a comment directly in a reply to the request you're filling.
• When filling a request, note whether you're filling it as a watcher or a member.
• If you are now or have ever been a posting member of Daily Deviant, you'll be filling the requests as a member.
• Prompt claiming is available but optional. What this means is that you need not claim a request in order to fill it, but if it's already claimed by someone else, it's off limits.
• In order to claim a request, comment directly in a reply to the request stating that you're claiming it. Be sure to note whether you're claiming it as a member or a watcher.
• Since we want as many goodies in our fishnet stockings as possible, there will be an expiration date on claims. One week after a claim is made (as per the time stamp on the comment), if the prompt has not been filled, the claim expires and the prompt is open for claiming or filling by someone else. (We'll try to keep track and delete the expired ones, but we may miss a few, so you can just keep an eye on the time stamps.) So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back.
• If you've made a claim that has expired, you may still post a fill in reply to the prompt as long as no one else fills it or claims it first.
• Participants may have a total of two outstanding claims at a time. I.e., you may claim two requests, then when you've filled one, you may claim a third, etc.
• Additional prompts could appear throughout the month depending upon participation levels and demand.
• Commenting, interacting, and generally having fun is welcome and encouraged!! Fandom is all about interaction with like-minded perverts people. Let's enjoy some friendly, smutty holiday merry-making! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING BEGIN!
(Double entendre totally intended, naturally...) |
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That had been nearly a week ago now, and ever since, Draco was all Theo could think about. It was as if seeing Draco wanking had opened the floodgates, and now Theo was drowning in Draco, Draco, Draco. It was bloody infuriating and distracting, especially considering the fact that they lived together and there was no escaping him. How had Theo never realised how much his life revolved around Draco? Tea together in the morning and takeaway on the sofa at night and Draco's scent in his nose, surrounding him like the most delicious smelling blanket. God, Theo just wanted to bury his face in Draco's neck, wanted to press him against the wall of their flat and see if he could get him to make more of those lovely noises he'd heard on Friday.
Theo groaned, his fist flying over his prick as scalding water beat down upon him from above. Just the merest thought of Draco these days was enough to set him off like a rocket and this was no exception. He'd barely been thinking of him for a minute and already his orgasm was almost upon him. With a twist of his wrist and one final thought of Draco looking up at him with lust-blown eyes, Theo came, emptying himself against the shower wall. He rested his forehead against the cool tile, panting as he watched his release swirl down the shower drain. Contentment oozed through him, sticky and sweet, his muscles soft and languid in the aftermath of his truly spectacular wank. Fuck, he'd always looked forward to his evening wanks, but this was getting out of hand. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard, and this was just to the thought of Draco. Theo could only imagine how good it would be to have the real thing.
No, Theo thought. No more imagining. If the war had taught him anything, it was that life was too short to let other people dictate your life or to live in fear. Theo had always discounted Draco as a potential partner—ostensibly because he thought they might not be sexually compatible, but if he was really being honest with himself, mostly because he cared for Draco more than he wanted to admit, and he was terrified of fucking things up. But if Theo did let himself think about it, then he'd have to acknowledge that Draco had made it clear, in his own Slytherin way, that Theo's feelings weren't exactly one-sided. They'd both been pretending everything had always been strictly platonic between the two of them, but there had always been an undercurrent of something more, a kind of potential that they'd both been content to ignore.
Until now.
Theo stepped out of the shower and grabbed his wand, drying himself down with a quick spell before pulling on his pyjamas. He couldn't help but think of Draco, Draco, who was in his bedroom right now, probably reading up on the latest potion's journal. His brow would be pinched in concentration as he read, his nose wrinkling in distaste whenever one of the featured potioneers said something idiotic. Theo felt a sweet fondness bloom in his chest, and he rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror. Yes, it was definitely time to confront these feelings before the force of his pining turned him into some kind of simpering Hufflepuff.
He thought about charging into the room and boldly declaring his feelings, but quickly discounted the option. Theo was far from a reckless Gryffindor and he had a feeling Draco wouldn't appreciate something so...gauche. No, this was a problem that required a bit more subtlety and finesse. Lucking, as a Slytherin pure-blood, Theo had practically been raised on the finer arts of cunning stratagem.
Smiling, Theo went to his bedroom and began to plot.